Eternal migrations at sunset

Not from this garden, but of it.

Watching the vertical tango of the mayfly, a 300-million-year-old dance, which is too long to comprehend, so we use the word “eternal” instead.

Everything is OK then, when the males look for mates in this convergence of swarm.  The smaller concerns are extinguished and fall dead to the ground.

Dead like dodos, and all the other extinct ones, ones that you don’t even know the names of.

But somehow, this tiny mayfly, this nearly invisible presence continues.  Only visible when you look for it.

The small birds will eat them; the humans will brush them away.

The kindness, love and transitions are what we notice from the eternal migrations at sunset.  Give attention to the ever-changing shapes of shadows.  Remember that cloud shadow on the mountain, and what it meant to you?

You know the ending before you take the first step, and it’s more than a promise, a smile and a reminder.